Patience, he reminded himself. I must practice patience.
CHAPTER 3
Bacon and Eggs
Brooklyn, New York
Frankie Donovan’s eyes popped open, but not from the sun bursting through the crooked blind. The unmistakable aroma of fresh-brewed coffee woke him, and that brought a smile. He got out of bed, put pants on, and made his way to the kitchen. Coffee brewed in the French press, eggs were being fried on the front burner, and bacon sizzled on the back. And Alex, Frankie’s semi-adopted son, was singing. At 7:00 in the morning.
Frankie rubbed the last bit of sleep from his eyes. “What the hell, Ace? Keep this up and I might decide to let you hang around a while.”
“Don’t even joke about that shit, FD. I’m here to stay, unless you’re ready to throw Kate out. She loves me.”
“In case you haven’t figured it out, the only reason you’re here is because you help me attract the ladies.”
“Take a lot more than a cute kid to help you in that department.” Alex flipped the eggs and splashed some grease from the bacon over the top. “You want it medium?”
“Nothing’s changed.”
“Anyway, I was ’bout to say, I ain’t seen no ladies beatin’ on this door, ’cept Kate, and she only comes around because of me.”
Frankie did up the last few buttons on his shirt. “While you’re cooking you should have a dictionary open. In case you haven’t noticed, ’bout and ’cept aren’t acceptable words.”
Alex flipped the spatula in the air, caught it, then scooped the eggs onto a plate, which he handed to Frankie. “That’s why I stay here, FD. You make me laugh every morning.”
“You mean that, and the fact that CPS is after your ass. And your mom abandoned you.”
Alex shrugged. “Might be some of that, too.”
Frankie took his plate to the table and poured orange juice in two glasses. “You want coffee?”
“I didn’t make it just for you.”
Frankie poured the coffee and brought the cups to the table, sitting across from Alex.
“A kid your age shouldn’t have coffee.”
“Bull—”
“Hey, watch the mouth.”
“I didn’t say it.”
“You were going to. You know the rules.”
“Yeah, I know. No cursing in the house or smoking in the house, and clean up your own mess.”
“Be thankful for the leniency. You definitely shouldn’t be smoking.”
“You neither.”
“That’s beside the point,” Frankie said.
“I’ll tell you what’s beside the point, you smoking in the house when I’m not here.”
“Who told you that?”
Alex cocked his head, closed one eye, and stared at Frankie. “You think I can’t smell it?”
He looked at Alex and smiled. “All right. I won’t smoke in the house anymore.”
“I was hoping you’d say we could both smoke in here.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Figured,” Alex said. “What you got goin’ on? Any big cases?”
“Nah. Hasn’t been a good killing in a long time. I’m getting bored.”
“Me, too. Guess I’m gonna have to get a job after school or something.”
“Like hell. Get your grades up to par and maybe I’ll let you, but not till then.”
“What kind of grades did you get?”
“Not relevant.”
“Not relevant? You become the DA now?”
Frankie gobbled his breakfast, dumped the last sip of coffee into the sink, then leaned over and rubbed the top of Alex’s head. “See you later, Ace. Be good. And make sure to watch for CPS.”
“See you tonight, FD. I love you.”
Frankie was reaching for the doorknob, and stopped cold. He wasn’t used to someone telling him they loved him. It both embarrassed him and made him want to cry. He walked back to Alex and kissed the top of his head. “I love you too, you little shit.”
The ride to work was different, as it had been ever since Frankie took Alex in. Before Alex, all Frankie thought about was the current case. Now he thought about Kate more often, and about how to keep CPS from finding Alex. CPS. What a joke that is. Should be Child Persecution Services, not Child Protective Services.
Funny how one little thing can change a life. Some kid’s mother takes off and all of a sudden, I’ve got a family.
***
Lou Mazzetti trudged up the stairs, forcing himself past the halfway mark, where he usually stopped to catch his breath. He turned in his notice yesterday, and this morning’s exhaustive climb confirmed that his decision to retire was the right one. All he had to do was convince Lieutenant Morreau to let him finish out the next two months in an office on the first floor.
“Good morning, Carol. How is the sweetest receptionist in Brooklyn?”
Carol’s head darted side to side. “That sounds like Mazzetti’s voice, but those weren’t his words. Is there a ventriloquist around here? Am I on a reality show with hidden cameras?”
“I thought I’d be nice to you in my last days,” Lou said. “My wife insisted on it.”
“Did you tell her that it won’t make up for twelve years of harassment?”
“She’d laugh at twelve years. We’ve been married for thirty.”
Carol blessed herself. “Poor soul.”
“You want coffee?” Lou asked.
“No, but you better get some. The lieutenant is waiting.”
Lou started toward the coffee room.
“And get some for Donovan. I hear his loud mouth coming in the door.”
***
Frankie Donovan chatted with half a dozen people before he reached the stairs, and then he took them two at a time. Mazzetti waited with a coffee in hand.
“Showing off, Donovan?”
“Keeping in shape.” He took the coffee from Lou. “I don’t want to end up retiring before my time.”
Lou looked at Carol, then back to Donovan. “How does everybody know I’m retiring. I just decided yesterday.”
“You know what they say about good news,” Carol said.
Lou and Frankie started toward Morreau’s office. “I’ll tell you what I won’t miss,” Mazzetti said. “That magpie sitting behind the desk.”
“Pay him no mind, Carol. He still loves you.”
Sherri Miller was sitting in a chair across from Morreau. When Lou entered, she got up to hug him. “Good to see you again, Mazzetti.”
“No hug for me?” Frankie said.
“I didn’t think you were the hugging type.”
“I make exceptions,” Frankie said, and hugged her. “Good to have you back. You look great.”
“I’m putting Miller back with you two,” Morreau said.
Frankie looked to Morreau, then Miller. “That’s great, but we’ve got nothing to work on.”
“Have some of your dago friends kill somebody,” Mazzetti said. “We haven’t had any mob killings in a while.”
Frankie looked at Miller. “Are you ready to come back? I thought you wanted out of homicide.”
Sherri lowered her head. “I thought so at first, but when Lieutenant Morreau asked me, I realized I missed it.”
They made small talk for a few minutes and then Lou patted her back. “Great to have you with us. Come on, let’s get coffee.”
Frankie waited until Lou and Sherri left. He closed the door and pulled his chair up to Morreau’s desk. “She’s not ready. Did you see how nervous she was? Besides, if she really wanted back she’d have come begging you. She sure as hell wouldn’t have waited for you to ask her.”
“Mazzetti’s retiring in two months,” Morreau said.
“I know all about it.”
“I want Sherri to take his place.”
“As my partner?” Frankie said. “No way.”
“I thought you liked her.”
“I like her, Lieu. I really do. She’s funny, she’s a dedicated cop, she’s sex
y as hell.”
“Whoa, Donovan. Don’t even say things like that.”
“Bullshit. I can’t speak the truth? Sherri is sexy. No denying it.”
Morreau stared at Frankie. “Is that why you don’t want her?”
Frankie leaned back in the chair. “I just got into a relationship that actually might work. I don’t need temptation, and I don’t want to go home dreaming about Miller’s ass.”
“What about Mazzetti?”
“I don’t dream about his ass. If I ever do, I’ll swallow my gun.”
“Put a rubber band around your dick, or find something else that works. Miller is in. Done deal.”
Frankie got up and shoved the chair against the wall. “Thanks for the support.”
“Fuck you too, Donovan.”
Frankie slammed the door on his way out.
CHAPTER 4
A Special Favor
Wilmington, Delaware
I made coffee while Angie cooked breakfast.
Rosa sat at the table, reading the New York Times on an old iPad. “Uncle Mario was mentioned again. Page five.”
“If Frankie hears you call him Mario you’ll end up on page five.”
“You do.”
“Only when I want to piss him off.”
“He found that killer who got the stockbroker.”
“Are you reading on that tablet thing?” Angie asked.
“It’s an iPad, Mom. And yes, I’m reading on it. I do my crosswords on it too.”
“Frankie’s a good detective,” I said.
“And hot.”
Angie set the plates on the table. “Hot? He’s your father’s age.”
“All my friends think he’s hot.”
Angie blessed herself. “If only I’d known about kids, I’d have re-thought abortion.”
“Mom, you’re so full of it. You’re half a nun already. If I didn’t hear you and Dad fool around at night, I’d—”
Angie flushed. “Rosa! My God, watch your mouth.”
I covered up my laugh before Angie saw it. Rosa had guts; I’d give her that.
A baby’s cry came from the living room. “Dante’s hungry,” Angie said.
“I’ve got him. He must have smelled the coffee.”
“Nicky Fusco, if you try giving that baby coffee before he’s ten, I’ll shoot you.”
“Ten? We were drinking it from the time we could hold a cup.”
“And look how you turned out,” Angie said.
“Nothing wrong with Uncle Mario.”
“Of course,” Angie said. “There’s never anything wrong with Uncle Mario.”
I picked up Dante and walked back to the table, patting his back as I winked at Rosa. “You should be a detective. You’re good.”
“Like hell she will,” Angie said. “She’s going to college and—”
Our laughter cut her short.
“Okay, smart asses.” She plopped the last of the food on the table and pulled up a chair. “I’ll take him, Nicky. You eat.”
I sat next to her. “I got him,” I said, and kissed the side of his head. “Babies smell so sweet.”
“Not all the time,” Rosa said, her head still buried in the iPad. “Dad, I need the name of a Titan that starts with C. Six letters.”
I used my free hand to scoop some eggs onto a piece of toast. I ate the eggs then sipped my coffee. “I’m not good on mythology. The nuns didn’t drill that in our heads.”
“How about the pope who started the first crusade.”
“Urban.”
Rosa typed her answer in. “Leave it to Dad to know the Roman answers. Bet you wouldn’t fare so well on American history.”
Angie reached for the iPad. “Put that thing away. All you ever do is crosswords.”
“Nothing wrong with crosswords,” I said.
I knew she only harped on Rosa because Tony had always done crosswords. I’m sure she was afraid it would upset me. It did, some, but as I told Angie before, I had to get used to it. Some day we were going to have to tell Rosa who her real father was. If it was up to me, I’d have told her, but Angie wasn’t ready.
Dante burped some foreign material on my shirt, which forced a laugh out of Angie. “I’ll take the devil while you change.”
“You should do like Mom does. Put a towel over your shirt when you’re holding him.”
I unbuttoned my shirt as I walked up the steps. “Remind me before he spits up on me.”
“Hey, Dad, are we calling Uncle Mario?”
“I’ve got to get to work.”
“C’mon, Dad.”
“All right. When I get down.”
It only took me a few minutes to change shirts. When I hit the bottom step, I saw Angie shaking her head as she walked with Dante and fed him a bottle.
“My God, you’re a sucker.”
Rosa got up to do dishes. “Somebody in this house loves me.”
“Are you going to the dance?” Angie asked.
“If anybody ever asks me.” Rosa gathered the rest of the dishes from the table. “I can’t believe no one asked me. Do you think I’m ugly?”
“Ugly? You’re gorgeous.”
“No. For real. Look at me as a person, not your daughter.”
Angie kissed her on the cheek. “Rosa, you’re gorgeous. I’m telling you. Someone will ask.”
“Ask what?”
“Don’t act like you didn’t hear, Dad.”
“Just go with your friends. You’ll find people to dance with.”
“It’s not the same,” Rosa said.
I looked at the clock. “Time to call Bugs.”
“How come he doesn’t get mad when you call him Bugs?”
“Because that’s his name.”
As I dialed Frankie’s number, I almost laughed remembering how he got that name.
He picked up on the second ring. “Don’t tell me it’s you, Rat.”
“Hey, Bugs. Where are you?”
“At work. Why?”
Rosa hollered from the kitchen. “Ciao, Zio Mario.”
“Did you tell her to call me Uncle Mario? You son of a bitch.”
“I might have mentioned that it pisses you off.”
“So tell me why I’m getting a call this early in the morning.”
“Because Angie and I talked about it, and we want you to be Dante’s godfather.”
“What? You’re shitting me.”
“Not a bit.”
A pause, then, “Nicky, you know I’d love to. I’m honored. Make sure you tell Angie I said so.”
“She’s right here. Tell her yourself.” I handed the phone to Angie.
“Hi, Frankie. I told him to call you last week, but he wanted to wait until we got home and situated. You know Nicky.”
“I couldn’t be happier for you,” Frankie said. “And thanks for asking me.”
“Who else would we ask?” Angie said. “You and Nicky have been friends since birth, or close to it.”
“It had been a long time,” Frankie said. “I can’t wait to see you guys.”
“Me too. I’m giving you back to Nicky now.”
I took the phone from Angie and plopped into my reading chair, kicking my feet up. “Hey, Bugs.”
“So you named him Dante. I should have figured. Your dad was a great guy.”
“I had to go the traditional route. Not many of us stick to the old ways anymore.”
“Not many left that even remember the old ways,” Frankie said.
“Ain’t that the truth.”
“Speaking of the old ways, don’t let Sister Thomas hear you say ain’t. She probably still carries that yardstick with her.”
“I think she does, and my ass almost stings thinking about it. I’ll have to make sure Dante doesn’t get whacked with it.”
“Speaking of Dante, I was afraid you’d do something stupid with the name.”
“Like naming him Mario?”
“Exactly.”
Rosa leaned in next to the phone. “
Ciao again, Zio Mario. I saw your name in the paper.”
“Hi, Rosa. How’s my most beautiful niece doing?”
“Good. I can’t wait to see you.”
“I can’t wait to eat some of your meatballs,” Frankie said.
“I’ll make them special for you. Gotta go now or I’ll be late.”
The front door slammed behind Rosa, but it was a happy slam, a trick only teenagers seemed to be able to do.
“Great kid you got.”
“Thanks, Bugs. I lucked out.” I stepped outside to finish the conversation. “You ever hear from Suit? I was gonna call and tell him the news.”
“He’s in Texas.”
“What the hell is he doing there?”
“You know that’s between us,” Bugs said. “Things are getting better for Suit, but there might still be people looking for him because of how things went down with Tito Martelli.”
Bad memories flooded my brain. Vivid images of Tito and all of his men. “You mean when I killed him?”
“You know what I mean,” Bugs said.
“Is Manny one of the people not happy?”
“No, not Manny. He made out great. I’m talking about some of the others.”
“Dominic Mangini?”
“Mangini would be a good bet, and he’s the most dangerous one of the bunch, but no, he’s fine with Suit.”
“How does Mangini feel about me? I’m thinking of taking the family to New York this summer. It would be nice to know I don’t have to worry.”
“Take them somewhere else. I’ve heard Dominic has no quarrels with you—as long as you stay out of New York.”
“Maybe I should call him.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Yeah. Guess I’ll see as it gets closer.”
Frankie paused then said, “Let me know a date on the christening.”
“I will. And thanks again, Bugs. This means a lot to me.”
“Hey, Nicky?”
“What?”
“Never mind.”
I laughed. “Never mind my ass. What is it?”
I waited through a long silence before Bugs spit it out.
“I told you about Alex.”
“Yeah. What’s up? Something wrong?”
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